Based on a text message conversation between one of my friends and me.

* In the future *

Travis and Katie were talking via Iris Message late one Saturday night.

"I swear, if I have to do another one of these math problems, I'm going to die. I can't believe I'm finally done," Travis told Katie and held up his worksheet.

"Well I guess you're dead. You forgot the last one." Katie smirked.

Travis looked at the page. Sure enough, problem #19 was blank.

"You are cordially invited to the funeral of Mr. Travis Stoll. Please RSVP and soon as possible and remember to bring a nice gift. Or candy. Or both!"

Travis then fell over on his bed pretending to be dead.

"That's stupid. People don't bring gifts to funerals," Katie reminded him.

Travis shot back up. "WHAT? WHY?"

"You're DEAD. You don't need presents!" Katie said shaking her head.

"Funerals are parties. Just like birthdays and weddings! People get presents on birthdays and weddings, right? Why not on funerals?" Travis asked.

"BECAUSE YOU'RE DEAD."

"…So?" Travis looked at Katie incredulously.

"So…dead people don't need gifts or candy because they're dead." Katie sighed.

"You're discriminating against the dead! You're racist!" Travis said, eyes wide.

"Travis, that's not racist. That's the truth. You can't get presents when you're dead because technically, you no longer exist."

"YES. When you die, your soul goes to the Underworld," Travis pointed out triumphantly.

"Yes, your soul. But you as a person no longer exist. "You" consists of your soul and your body. And your soul and your body can never be together again. So that means you no longer exist."

"Well that means you no longer have a boyfriend. You're a widow."

Katie shook her head. "No, I'd be a widow if you and I were married."

"Exactly."

"But you just died, and we are NOT married. So I'm not a widow."

"Well then maybe we should get married."

Katie's jaw dropped.

"Think about it," Travis said with a smile. He waved his hand through the image, ending their message.

As the mist disappeared, they were both thinking the same thing: Did he just propose?

Ok. This stopped being our conversation around when Travis said "...So?" The rest just came to me right now. I didn't even have the intention of making that the ending until…well… I made that the ending. BTW, they're both in college, so in their 20s? I don't even know if college students get worksheets…so we're just going to pretend they do. How was that? Good? Bad? Let me know ;)